Page 15 of Used By the Merciless Bratva
“You beat them to it, clearly,” I remarked.
If either my laughter or words had any effect on him, he didn’t show it.
“You’re the key to Sivella Holdings since Kyle listed…” he started before I cut him off.
“Don’t you dare take my dad’s name when his blood is on your hands, you murderer!”
There was a flicker of something I couldn’t name in his eyes, but he didn’t flinch.
“Your father wasn’t murdered. His death was an unavoidable fate, given his betrayal. He knew what was coming for him, I assure you,” he said.
Like my mom didn’t give me the same explanation.
He took another step toward me while I remained rooted to my spot.
Then his hands were holding my waist like it was the most ordinary thing. I clenched my teeth in anger but refused to react, as if his touch was significant enough to disturb me. But I couldn’t stop my body from going stiff.
“There is only one way you can survive,” he disclosed, bringing his mouth down to my right ear.
I threw my head to the side, disgusted at the urge to melt into his touch.
“You’re going to marry me, Miss Wolfe.”
My sarcastic laugh was louder this time as I pushed him away.
“Are you crazy or just strung out on coke?” I spat.
His steady gaze held mine, and I realized the marriage he mentioned was really the solution he had to offer.
“You must be delusional to think I’ll marry a man who practically seized me with a knife to my throat.”
He shook his head in the negative, his right forefinger pointing at me.
“You’re going to marry me because I’m the one to make the other knives disappear,” he argued, his voice cool as hestepped closer again with his hands in his pockets. “You have no fighting or living chance without the Bratva’s shield.”
“You’ll have to drag me to the damn altar to marry you,” I told him, my eyes not moving away from his.
“I’ll do just that,” he replied, shrugging.
The confidence in his expression fired me up. I lunged for the tumbler on the small table to my left and broke it on the wall. The shard of glass was just a few inches from his throat when he caught my wrist mid-air.
His calm expression contrasted with the anger rolling off of me in waves as the half-broken tumbler dropped to the ground.
“I won’t die that easily. Not when you’re in need of my protection,” he said, releasing my hand.
“I can fucking protect myself!”
Without a word, he turned around and walked toward the door.
Then, just before he turned the knob, he stopped.
“We’ll get married in a week’s time.”
Chapter 4 – Danil
I went straight out of the house from her room, the citrusy scent of her dark auburn hair following me. It was the only thing I could do to resist the pull to head into my home office and stare at her all night through the camera monitor.
I touched her, for fuck’s sake.
